Maeve threw the lap top across the room and watched it break into peices, then she threw the bottle beside her and watched it shatter. For once, there was no one to repremand her. The kid and his fuck were both off somewhere, and Kami had forced Shawna to go shopping with her.
No music blaring from Ash' room. No brats crying.
Just Maeve and her bottles.
The shattered one by one as she tore up the bedroom, cutting into her skin, leaving her feet bloody. By the time she had worn herself out, nothing in the bedroom was whole. But the anger was still there.
The door opening didn't register on Maeve for several seconds. Only the sound of a bad being dropped and a pair of arms going around her shoulder brought her out of her stupor.
"Maeve? What happened?"
That voice. Her voice.
That whore.
Maeve took advantage of the awkward postion Kami was crouching in and pinned her to the glass strewn floor, then struck her soundly several times in the stomach to knock the wind out of her. "You bitch! You fucking whore! I'm gonna make you sorry, you goddam cunt!" Maeve roared, grabbing what was left of one of the bottles and bringing it down sharply.
Kami screamed in pain and kicked Maeve with both legs, knocking her away. She coughed and spat up blood as she tried to get to her feet. Maeve knocked her back down, sending her sprawling beside the bed, before picking up a chair leg and hitting Kami across the head and shoulders until she stopped moving.
What sense was left to Maeve in her rage reminded her that one of the others had to be nearby. But as she wasn't exactly listening to what sense she had, Maeve chose instead to kick and stomp upon the woman that lay prone on the floor, screaming curses at her until everything just drained away.
Now all that left was the horror as Maeve slowly came back to herself.
Kami wasn't moving.
There was blood everywhere.
Where was everyone else?
Maeve stopped and listened. Nothing. Not even the faintes sounds of someone moving across the floor.
Maeve grabbed her shoes and her keys, running outside. The only thing left to do was get out of there before someone came back.
No music blaring from Ash' room. No brats crying.
Just Maeve and her bottles.
The shattered one by one as she tore up the bedroom, cutting into her skin, leaving her feet bloody. By the time she had worn herself out, nothing in the bedroom was whole. But the anger was still there.
The door opening didn't register on Maeve for several seconds. Only the sound of a bad being dropped and a pair of arms going around her shoulder brought her out of her stupor.
"Maeve? What happened?"
That voice. Her voice.
That whore.
Maeve took advantage of the awkward postion Kami was crouching in and pinned her to the glass strewn floor, then struck her soundly several times in the stomach to knock the wind out of her. "You bitch! You fucking whore! I'm gonna make you sorry, you goddam cunt!" Maeve roared, grabbing what was left of one of the bottles and bringing it down sharply.
Kami screamed in pain and kicked Maeve with both legs, knocking her away. She coughed and spat up blood as she tried to get to her feet. Maeve knocked her back down, sending her sprawling beside the bed, before picking up a chair leg and hitting Kami across the head and shoulders until she stopped moving.
What sense was left to Maeve in her rage reminded her that one of the others had to be nearby. But as she wasn't exactly listening to what sense she had, Maeve chose instead to kick and stomp upon the woman that lay prone on the floor, screaming curses at her until everything just drained away.
Now all that left was the horror as Maeve slowly came back to herself.
Kami wasn't moving.
There was blood everywhere.
Where was everyone else?
Maeve stopped and listened. Nothing. Not even the faintes sounds of someone moving across the floor.
Maeve grabbed her shoes and her keys, running outside. The only thing left to do was get out of there before someone came back.